Breaking down, grinding up, it's pretty plain to see
I'm walking down, floating up, it's all the same to me
And I can see you from across the room, my eyes can't make your shape
I'm f*cking spinning out all on the road, I think I'll get there late, until then
Got my headphones on in the waiting room
Cartoons on my phone, waiting to break the news
Of my place in this world as it seems to be
Netted deep in my psyche and my memory
Drawings in envelopes, picking up and leaving home
Without one to go back to
Bleed it out and put it in
I burn my fingers eight hours in
Breaking down, grinding up, it's pretty plain to see
I'm walking down, floating up, it's all the same to me
And I can see you from across the room, my eyes can't make you shake
I'm spinning out along the road, I think I'll get there late, until then
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Breaking down, grinding up, it's pretty plain to see
I'm walking down, floating up, it's all the same to me
And I can see you from across the room, my eyes can't make your shape
I'm f*cking spinning out all on the road, I think I'll get there late, until then
Got my headphones on in the waiting room
Cartoons on my phone, waiting to break the news
Of my place in this world as it seems to be
Netted deep in my psyche and my memory
Drawings in envelopes, picking up and leaving home
Without one to go back to
Bleed it out and put it in
I burn my fingers eight hours in
Breaking down, grinding up, it's pretty plain to see
I'm walking down, floating up, it's all the same to me
And I can see you from across the room, my eyes can't make you shake
I'm spinning out along the road, I think I'll get there late, until then
I'm walking down, floating up, it's all the same to me
And I can see you from across the room, my eyes can't make your shape
I'm f*cking spinning out all on the road, I think I'll get there late, until then
Got my headphones on in the waiting room
Cartoons on my phone, waiting to break the news
Of my place in this world as it seems to be
Netted deep in my psyche and my memory
Drawings in envelopes, picking up and leaving home
Without one to go back to
Bleed it out and put it in
I burn my fingers eight hours in
Breaking down, grinding up, it's pretty plain to see
I'm walking down, floating up, it's all the same to me
And I can see you from across the room, my eyes can't make you shake
I'm spinning out along the road, I think I'll get there late, until then
Writer: Elijah Middleton
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